Chapter 584 Jared seemed to have trouble finishing his sentence.
His fingers were itching to curl into a fist again.
Valeria quickly grabbed his hand, âChill, dude. You canât just take one side of the story, right? She mustâve thought you were engaged too, right? And whatâs the truth? Maybe things between Ryder and her arenât what you think.â
Jared seemed to finally realized something with that reminder.
He suddenly stood up and bolted out of the room.
Valeria also rose, watching Jaredâs retreating back while her brows knitted together in worry, Jared made a beeline for Ryderâs room.
Without knocking, he swung the door open, and sure enough, there was Agnes.
Agnes was staring into space, sitting alone on the sofa with a glass of water in her hand.
She hadnât moved an inch.
Ryder had gone off to Cilianâs study and hadnât returned yet.
Agnes had planned on leaving tonight.
With Jared around, she felt on edge.
His cold eyes and the image of him crushing the glass kept haunting her.
Hearing the door open, she thought Ryder was back and quickly sprang up, âRyder...â
She didnât get to finish calling Ryderâs name.
Because it was Jared, not Ryder, at the door.
Agnes Mace changed.
Jared barged in, âWhat, disappointed to see me?â
Agnesâ gaze landed on Jaredâs bandaged hand, the red seeping through the fabric.
Jared was still clenching his fist, seemingly indifferent to t.
All Agnes felt was a pang in her heart.
Since the glass cut Jaredâs palm, Agnes felt as if those shards had pierced her heart instead.
Agnes hung her head, seemingly drained, âWhy are you here?â
Jared slowly closed the gap between them, âAgnes, I donât get it. I need an explanation.â
Jared was now right in front of Agnes.
He suddenly grabbed her arm, âWhy?â
Jaredâs grip was tight, Agnes felt as if her arm was about to break.
Jaredâs bandage was completely soaked red.
Agnes cried out, âJared, let go of me!â
âNo! I wonât let go!â
Agnesâ gaze never left his bloodâsoaked bandage.
Has Jared lost his mind?
Agnes looked up at Jared, âWhat the hell do you want, Jared?â
âI want an explanation!â
âWhat explanation?â
B Jared scoffed, âAgnes, didnât you leave me because of Alyssa? You couldnât let go of that grudge, said we couldnât be a family.
Then what about Ryder? How can you be with him? Isnât that a joke?â
Agnes felt dizzy, at a loss for words.
Things had taken a turn she hadnât expected.
Jared looked at her, his smile turning bitter, âCanât you find an excuse, Agnes? So your âprinciplesâ only applied to me. All these years, youâve been playing me. What am I to you, Agnes? A toy you can throw away anytime? Or did you plan this all along, to get rid of me and live your life with him?â
Thinking about how they had been living together in Manhattan for years, Jared wanted to rip the woman before him to shreds.